Empty Basement
I have a hollow basement,
It's unfurnished and devoid.
Love and enchantment, it should have plenty.
Tenderness it seems to lack.
Many hands have offered help,
To my basement that is empty.
Vacant and abandoned,
My basement will always be.
Even though it hungers,
For care and protection,
I cannot seem but wonder.
I just can't help but ponder.
Alone and cold my basement stands,
A soul I call my own,
Why my jilted crypt,as lonely as can be
Shuns the nurture that my vault so badly needs.
My basement is alive.
It contains all of me.
My soul, my heart, my sacred space,
Is what my basement holds.
It's blind to protection,
And you're blind to my heart.
It holds a special part of me,
That was angry from the start.
It's a personal burden,
This sadness I acquired.
Gloom and bleak defeating me,
A feeling that I know.
My basement is hollow,
But I welcome it to love.
When love can make me stronger,
My crypt will always burn.
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